I wrote my own version of this (very long, it turns out) Christmas carol today and decided that I absolutely had to go the extra mile and record it for your listening pleasure. I did it in one take (with just one try), using my webcam and laptop mic. So after listening you can either compliment me on my awesomeness or suggest I practice more. Or take singing lessons. Whichever. **
(You might have to turn your volume up to really hear it.)
Lyrics:
On the first day of Christmas, my children gave to me a toilet-paper-clogged potty.
On the second day of Christmas, my children gave to me two fighting siblings and a toilet-paper-clogged potty.
On the third day of Christmas, my children gave to me three sticky scissors, two fighting siblings and a toilet-paper-clogged potty.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my children gave to me four nighttime wake-ups, three sticky scissors, two fighting siblings and a toilet-paper-clogged potty.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my children gave to me pee on the floor, four nighttime wake-ups, three sticky scissors, two fighting siblings and a toilet-paper-clogged potty.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my children gave to me six toys a-lying, pee on the floor, four nighttime wake-ups, three sticky scissors, two fighting siblings and a toilet-paper-clogged potty.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my children gave to me seven damp stuffed animals, six toys a-lying, pee on the floor, four nighttime wake-ups, three sticky scissors, two fighting siblings and a toilet-paper-clogged potty.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my children gave to me eight cups spilled OJ, seven damp stuffed animals, six toys a-lying, pee on the floor, four nighttime wake-ups, three sticky scissors, two fighting siblings and a toilet-paper-clogged potty.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my children gave to me nine matchbox underfoot, eight cups spilled OJ, seven damp stuffed animals, six toys a-lying, pee on the floor, four nighttime wake-ups, three sticky scissors, two fighting siblings and a toilet-paper-clogged potty.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my children gave to me 10 furniture leapings, nine matchbox underfoot, eight cups spilled OJ, seven damp stuffed animals, six toys a-lying, pee on the floor, four nighttime wake-ups, three sticky scissors, two fighting siblings and a toilet-paper-clogged potty.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my children gave to me 11 instruments playing, 10 furniture leapings, nine matchbox underfoot, eight cups spilled OJ, seven soggy stuffed animals, six toys a-lying, pee on the floor, four nighttime wake-ups, three sticky scissors, two fighting siblings and a toilet-paper-clogged potty.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my children gave to me 12 video games humming, 11 instruments playing, 10 furniture leapings, nine matchbox underfoot, eight cups spilled OJ, seven damp stuffed animals, six toys a-lying, pee on the floor, four nighttime wake-ups, three sticky scissors, two fighting siblings and a toilet-paper-clogged potty.
Merry Christmas, moms and dads!
**Yes, those are my dogs wrestling in the background. They apparently need their nails cut. Welcome to my crazy. (And I know I changed keys here and there. That's part of my charm.)
you are a lucky momma! and talented!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I agree to the first... jury's still out on the second. :)
ReplyDeletewell i thought the singing was delightful and the song was right on! i can't be sure, but i think it might have been a little short on the vomit, booger-picking, bloody lips, and blood-curdling screams during the fighting. i understand the need to keep it g-rated though. ;)
ReplyDeleteTHANK YOU, Angie! You know, I should have written in some vomit. I'm kind of amazed that didn't occur to me. Maybe "three piles of vomit..." Oh well. Next year. :) Thanks tons! Feel free to pass it on if you know any like-minded moms. :)
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